"Sumimasen!" ‘Oh God,’ I was thinking. Like seriously, I spent ten minutes giggling childishly over how hard it was to say that one word. All it means is, ‘Excuse me!’ Anyway, the waitress comes over.
"Tori-niku… Ahh… I’ve already forgotten!"
"No…" Matt urged from behind. The waitress laughed.
"Tori-niku no udon, kudasai," I said at last. Then she said something that I had absolutely no concept of, and Matt leapt in and saved the day like a true Nihonjin.
Oh, by the way. That means, ‘Please give me the chicken udon.’ Then Matt just kicked me in the nuts by having a conversation with her and asking if they had tori-niku no katsu – chicken katsu. She suggested something else, Matt asked about it and agreed. I swear, he may as well have been stroking a long white beard while he was at it. She bowed her head- just a little- and Matto-san thanked her "Domo"- thanks. As soon as she took two steps away, he clenched his hands into balls and tucked in his forearms and squealed. Like, squealed. Imagine giving a four-year-old a massive cuddly teddybear and make the noise she emits go for 5 seconds straight. I tapped Matt on the shoulder and nudged my head to the waitress, who was still standing a meter away from him. He curled up into a ball and died.
Seriously though, it was incredible fun! Matt agreed in saying that it was a most memorable experience. Even simple things like, "Can I have somemore water please?" is enormously fun to say. Man, I’ll be back some day- just you wait! And I’ll bring the squealing Japanese four-year-old that would make the perfect anime character, too. Ahh sweet nightingale!